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Tuesday, April 7, 2015

Died Carrying Iron Ore.

A tale of Joy and Despair Atale of joy and despair, the state of the ship [is unknown, not unrare. On the cheek of Sparks* *radio operator [I saw a tear, tear of joy as he shouted... ["he has heeded our prayer, we are going home, [it's true, I swear".
I was sitting half asleep in the captain's chair.. I was thinking of my house [which stood in a beautiful square,

when he showed me [that unexpected telegram with the brand of "RCA" , [a message like a diagram.
Our old ship was sold [and we had to sail to Piraeus for scrap...For the old stoker Jim this news was slap,this ship had been for years his home, since his wife left him [to Live with someone in Rome.

Jim and this sixty year old ship,

were tied as a family

[and would be a skip

if I had not mentioned [that they both, were joined like an oath, survived into the second world war, were amid the German submarines [carrying iron ore.

Four hundred and eighty six

[Greek merchant ships were sunk, Jim was yelling in his sleep from his bunk, and four thousand seamen drowned [by the German fury. Disabled sailors, Greeks, should consiste [Nuremberg's grand jury.

On the journey to Piraeus we took a break. On May nineteen sixty-five, at daybreak, we left the dead stoker Jim in the Azores. It was the same month that his companion [died, carrying Iron Ore.________________________________

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